Anal Obsessed

She doesn’t rush him. She lets the heat build by inches. Eliza turns, stretches, and Maximo sees the heavy curve of her ass, the soft hair between her thighs catching the light. He moves closer, hands slick, and the massage loses its excuse. Her bush brushes his palm when he spreads her open. She sinks to her knees and takes his balls, one at a time, warm and wet, rolling them on her tongue until his cock jerks against her cheek. He grips the back of her head, sliding between her lips, slow and deep. Spit runs down her chin and the room is quiet except for the wet sound of her throat. She stays low, breathing him in, until he pulls out and finishes in her mouth. She swallows without hurry, lips still parted, the taste of him thick on her tongue.